Station / Estación # 162: Tlaltenco

Without an operational metro system to ride I decided to continue on foot from my previous visit to Tlahuac. Consequently the visit did seem to merge with the previous one. As I walked I thought ‘Am I closer to Tlahuac or Tlaltenco?’ Station delineation has long been a quandary.

I found bright birds, a church, siamese skulls.

An urban windmill, AA, tequila Don Ramon. Temperance and temptation.

Dogs anus to anus and frothing at the mouth?

In its way the station circumference provided a microcosm of the project in its entirety.

I was entertained, perplexed and intrigued.

I walked on and came to Zapotitlan. I had overshot my intended reach again.